The man's casual dismissal draws an exasperated expression from Wrench, who doesn't bother to conceal his eye-rolling. If this Blake truly doesn't know who he just set against him, he surely must have done something to cause it. Standing at his side and absorbing half those punches means that Wrench might've just stepped into it too. After seeing the group's rather shoddy performance, he's not all that concerned for himself, but it would be nicer to know who he ought to be on the lookout for.

He stops in front of the inn and considers. It's certainly not the worst-looking place Wrench has ever spent the night, and he doesn't have a lot better waiting for him on the other side of the portal. He gives a noncommittal shrug and passes the paper back to Blake before stuffing his hands in his pockets and following along behind him. Hopefully he can make good on his promise, because Wrench hasn't been able to accumulate very much of what passes for currency around here just yet.

Maybe he shouldn't have passed the paper back so soon, but once they're inside he smacks Blake's shoulder with the back of his hand and indicates between the both of them, then holds up two fingers. An "I'll-have-what-you're-having" sort of negotiation.